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[hr]Avalice Academy — Class-C Lecture Hall
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[indent][indent][indent]While most of his future, yet-to-meet-them classmates rushed to get to the academy, Caelum took the scenic route through the town. He remembered from the stories his father used to tell him about the visually-stunning cherry blossom trees in Avalice, how they were at their peak at the start of the spring semester and they were equally as awe-inspiring. So it was no surprise that the young man didn’t want to waste his chance to see them before class. Who knew when he might find himself with the perfect opportunity?

As he gazed, stopping to smell the flowers that surrounded the trees, Caelum smiled. Nature had always been something he enjoyed but the thing about it appreciated even more than the euphoria he felt by being in its presence was knowing what his father felt. Oh, how his father spoke so fondly of the trees and flowers and how he often lamented his regrets of not taking the time to appreciate the little things before his time at the academy was over.

[color=0d98ba]“I’m doing this for you, father.”[/color] Caelum’s voice was low. Giving the trees and flowers one last appreciative look, he continued his stroll down the brick road that led directly to the Academy of Might and Magic. The boy would pick up the pace, his leather boots repeatedly stomping on the brick. His sword swung wildly left to right as did his bag. 

Being so focused on making sure he wasn’t late, Caelum hadn’t noticed the distinct lack of students mirroring his urgent action. He didn’t want tot hink he was [i]that[/i] late. He refused to entertain that thought. Caelum devoted all of his attention on making sure he got to his class before whoever the professor was noticed he was late.

Once inside, he made a hasty beeline for Class-C. Since it was his first year at the Academy of Magic and Might, he didn’t know if Class-C was the runt of the litter or if they were simply so over flooded with applicants that they were all on the same level. Nevertheless, when he caught the sight of the class name hanging over a door, Caelum zipped down the hallway and rushed into the room. His momentum, however, carried him further than he thought it would. Before he was able to do anything about it, Caelum’s unreasonably large head collided with a bed of black curls that leaned over a desk.

You haven't endured true pain until your head slammed into another at full force. 

[color=0d98ba]“Well, that could’ve been less painful.”[/color] Caelum rubbed his head as he stood up. As he rose up from the ground, he was face to face with the class and he turned around, noticing a rather intimidating man. Given the position he was at compared to the others, Caelum had to assume he was the professor. [color=0d98ba]“My bad, professor!”[/color] Caelum gave the dark-haired professor his sincerest smile. [color=0d98ba]“I’m Caelum Tempesta!”[/color] After giving his name, he quickly glanced at the ...girl that he bumped into. [color=0d98ba]“I’m so sorry! I hope my big head didn’t hurt you too much. Sometimes my legs carry me too far.”[/color] He could only laugh at his own comment.
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